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Visions and dreams
what does it mean
I'm open hearted I'm open hearted;
just getting started;
with the truth of this world;
let it be told;
post the bail;
land in jail;
what's for sale;
doesn't matter anymore...
cruel renditions of emotions of people are used to;
used to cruelness, what's bliss, whets this
that is what it is;
what's that why U wearing a hat;
when you don't have a head;
they've buried you deep covering you with a flag;
sinners and who dos;
what'cha mean WHOSE YOU;
armor all liken paten leather, smooth silks in aluminum;
living at the zoo;
gamble of debts you choose, but you lose;
what does it mean;
multicultural washing machines;
let it be told
the truth of the world;
not diamonds nor gold
sinners and who dos
Nay Sayers and players of blues;
you choose;
Visions and dreams
what does it mean
I'm open hearted I'm open hearted;
just getting started;
with the truth of this world;
let it be told;
post the bail;
land in jail;
what's for sale;
doesn't matter anymore...
cruel renditions of emotions of people are used to;
used to cruelness, what's bliss, what's this
that is what it is;
what's that why U wearing a hat;
when you don't have a head;
they've buried you deep covering you with a flag;
sinners and who dos;
what'cha mean WHOSE YOU;
, smooth silks in aluminum;
living at the zoo;
gamble of debts you choose, but you lose;
what does it mean;
multicultural washing machines;
let it be told
Visions and dreams
what does it mean
I'm open hearted I'm open hearted;
just getting started;
with the truth of this world;
let it be told;
Convoluted Reflections of Possibility
Artistotle reflecting on the nature of man
Convoluted reflections of possibility that can
Manifest into existence at the clapping of a hand
And contest the resistance of what it means to take a stand
For what you believe in because it’s worth more than words
As the form that reprieve brings can assume the absurd
As the worn out grieving cries out to be heard
The storm that sees things forms a lesson to be learned
Execution of task based focus for productivity
Revolution for the last placed locusts of ingenuity
Elocution of the past raced moments of equanimity
A solution for problems faced by components of volatility
A considered position on all the formalities
While omitted precision consumes the tonalities
And committed decisions presume the congeniality
As embittered revisions exhume the commonality
Respected renditions of insight that provide profound conclusions
Rejected derisions of dark light that contrive around confusion
Inspected omissions of stark fright that arrive at sharp protrusions
Reflected precisions of delight that that strive to negate the art of delusions
The might of one man propelled by absolute conviction
The sight of a hand compelled in resolute distinction
The bright command environmentally repelled into a mass extinction
The light reprimand contemporarily expelled by a mute political collision
The lines of regret upon a forlorn face crying
The times we forget to warn the race that is lying
The crimes beget of the forms of grace that are akin to testifying
The sublime correct the norms in their place while the innocent are dying
In between the doubts and tears forms a founded thought…
scribbles on an old shipyard memo pad
tapping the inside of my skull, waking me…even though I don’t sleep,
offering a collection of dots and dashes to interpret
There are times in a man’s life when he knows he is sane…
Following the lines on an unpaved road
Crossing center without moving a muscle
Drinking from the fountain that bleeds rejoice
It is in these moments that he understands…
and removes the stupidity that has clothed him in rags
opens his eyes to what truly makes him happy,
breaks free of those past tense chains that bound him
What mattered does and what didn’t still doesn't…
When thumbing through crooked paragraphs
and finding that the phrases he thought he lost
were dangling from every crumbled page…waiting
Time does move in slug path wanderings…
Sidewalks glisten in zigzag designs
Drying in the mid day sun as
minutes appear as miniature renditions of the future
And as this time does slowly find me…
I extend my heart in fluttering palpitations of hope
strike the match on promises that I know I can keep
attempting to quell the flames of the past by swearing…never again.
Musical renditions
The voice in unison, together we chante
Strings play their story
In harmony fate sings along
The winds blow in from the sea
The sun runs away
We are the band of the night
With whiskey we sing and play
We are young and we are old
The night breeze carries the tunes
I may be fao, and I may be inebriated
Harps and chords, strings to be strummed
I see you stare, would you like a Rum?
You know what you want
So close your eyes
The kiss will be sweet
Tomorrow you may fly away
Tonight the strings they are all in play
String me along
Not for long
All strings fall
Naked is your deception
The strings are all gone
Notes "chante" pronouncec shante, = sing in french
Fao = ugly in Spanish
speaking as a musicain
in my concerned possition
some wonder that
my songs are my
expressions
some are renditions
some take position
affection
and attraction
one questions for anwsers
some anwsers are guess's
makes you wish you'd
never asked
but when we are dispositioned
we sought out our
mission
knowing we have to
do better than this
when it's non progressive
and ll those suggestives
leaves you
bothered by
what you don't know
when you look to
what matters
and the songs you've gthered
speak there harmony
through it's song
.
This desk with its scattered papers,
blotted ink and unsealed envelopes…
passages penned and tossed
in the confusion that lives and breathes in my mind…my heart
Distance frames the walls of
the addressed…since canceled
Splintered dreams on the edges are worn,
time has shaved the moments…the places
on broken calendars swinging freely
of lost dates scratched within the numbered boxes
Sorrow carved in the fine oak grain
by an empty pen with dulling point…dented
Poetry sits meaningless
with rhyming phrases of hope…wishes…love
begging for but a brief visit,
only to be discarded between reams of teardrop leaflets
Verses formed deep within a vacant heart,
a lonely space, emptied by the loss
I write in an absolute mist,
fog induced renditions of another’s touch,
formulating in the same words…always the same words,
repeating in the darkness that sighs in rhythm of a flickering candle flame
Over and over,
echoing the halls of this barren heart
Shadows drain the breath
of hopeless desires…built on manicured dreams
within a world collapsing in shredded
prose, and fractured fingers, still writing
I am lost
without her…
10/14/16
The Poet's Ache
Greg Barden
I love everyone
Yes, all Humanity
If you're reading this I don't know you
As you read this I pray dearly for you
You're my brother, my sister
Humanity, I Love you
You don't know me
Don't know me
I love you because God made you
You're special
God's treasure
I love Humanity
We may not ever meet
Only my words to envelop uplift and behold
Share my procurement s wording my obvious confessions
Share the cool written thoughts between me and the Lord
Upon renditions words of attrition
I love you all because you're part of God
And We Are family
Even though you don't know me I love you because God made You
You are special
You are God's treasure
Whether you read or write poetry verse
Live your life one or many of my verse
Whether you do or whether you don't
But then all of the world's calamities
I pray for you substantially
You don't know me I don't know you
And yet we're blessed because we share and read the same letters
All is so better
Hallelujah
1/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I met a soul friend
And our attachment did grow
His skill and charm, few will know
Long distance friendship can build intense bonds
The question begged, "Why were we not friends all along ?"
He hailed from the Bay
I resided mostly in New York
But that time and distance
Seemed irrelevant, in short
Both with a dark and unforgiving past
But true friends, somehow
Make your youth
Everlasting
One day I woke with a deep, true sadness
That try as I may, I could not shake
slipping again into traumatic madness
With vivid dreams I was standing at the Wake
In my frazzled mind, the question plagued,
Did I lose another of my Soul family ?"
As his Brothers' number was calling me
I prayed it was only my childhood anxieties
Waking me up from this once joyful dream
The voice told me My friend went to rest the night Before
But Fate had other plans in store
His insulin pump malfunctioned or ignored
And Forever left, to awaken No more
I did think it strange that I didn't hear a word
My birthday came and passed
Nearly unheard
That wasnt at all like my Dear Friend
My troubled thoughts feared familiar trend
He mentioned, a few times, that He felt sick
But how was I to know he'd fail so quickly?
Are we meant to gaze upon each other's hearts,
So fleeting a time before our souls embark?
Thoughts in my mind's eye of him in such distress
Made my next few months a blurry mess
All that was left with was a nagging reflection
That He was truly all alone
In his final moments of objection
In agony and reaching for help
and only Death, the One who found him
No wonder the messages came No more
No birthday wishes or songwriting lore
No further renditions of songs on guitar
No more chatter or silly wisecracks galore
As I felt the true silence of his soul leaving shore
Feeling misunderstood and broken apart
Another crack in a deeply wounded heart
My conscience finally accepted
That my friend had left
And I wonder if this life is just a cruel test
For only the strong, healthy or Chosen
And all you're promised is this very moment
So it's best to grab life and take all that you can
And not be afraid to allow people in
For it's only the souls we meet along the way
That give us the strength, for a lifetime
To stay
it's little me
I live in here
growing up I see
a life full of fear
how do I grow
doing this or that
how do I know
when I just fall flat
hello shorty
little blue eyed boy
you'll not make fourty
no mothers joy
the bully to beat
what do I do
join gang on the street
prejudice soon flew
it's little me
I live in here
growing up I see
a life full of fear
now an employers place
how far have I grown
being honest to their face
young tactless I am now known
it's little me
I live in here
growing up I see
a life full of fear
I stumble
I crash
I crumble
I thrash
then destiny's arrival
in the nick of time
she becomes my ALL
life's song now sublime
a couple of additions
more melodies to hear
some chorus renditions
and gone is the fear
it's little me
I live in here
grown up I see
life is not to fear
it's never too late
for something new
a lockdown fate
and a different view
something more
for little me
still not knowing the score
is rhyming insanity
it's little me
I live in here
grown up I see
we must persevere
in the tides of time
little me has now flown
just me and rhyme
in the twilight zone
Today,
I made a choice...In the quiet stillness of my mind.
to let nothing keep me from the essence of this unique day.
Today,
I have decided to enjoy this day for what it’s worth.
I have decided to appreciate what was already in motion,
to create no commotion,
and silently feel my emotions.
Today, I will not be led astray I will receive the grace
of this abundant day. I hear as I listen,
I envision as I see. I inspire, as I speak
I appreciate as I spectate.
The birds provide symposiums in an array of songs for my enjoyment.
Today, I have chosen to be the victor as I gather my thoughts,
and write them to the sweetness of their
various harmonies, the birds enlighten my presence with
the symphonies, they sing as they entertain me each with his own song.
This morning I was awakened by bird’s songs delighting me with melodies,
I the guest of honor lend precocious ears to their cause.
Tweeting, throaty rhapsodies calling- calling.
Others join in with renditions that blend perfectly as the day begins.
Next,
the babbling of the water in the brook adds a rush to the thrush of the warbler’s song.
The sound of water fills my emptiness as it flows
magnificently
to flush the streams of my captured soul.
Today
I become at one with nature; the water and birds have effortlessly nourished
my soul and restored my integrity so...
Today
I have lived harmoniously without concern for whatever may come tomorrow.
Because
Today
the birds sing and have decided to listen intently.
Written by
Vicki Acquah